My food
I may have been a mere one hundred and eighty pounds, but I had big back energy. I could eat a three course meal with extra rolls and still stop by a shop and get me a triple scoop of double dark chocolate chip ice cream. Don’t judge me!
"So, you just going to break into my house and make yourself a big ass sandwich?" I asked, crossing my arms across my bare chest.
The young dude popped his head up, a slice of peppered turkey hanging out of his mouth. His eyes bulged with the realization of who I was.
"Brody, what the fu–- "
His partner, an older white male in his early twenties, began to question as he came waltzing out of the pantry with a fresh loaf of bread, but stopped in his tracks when he saw me. My eyes zoomed in on his hand that was freely finger fucking the top four slices of the bread. To make matters worse, I could see the dirt caked under his nails. I didn't know this man from Adam but I for damn sure know I ain't hear no water running for him to wash his hands before he started touching on food.
I sent a bullet through his dome, instantly sending him to his permanent sleep. I smiled and was glad that I picked up the silencer before I left my basement. No one was around for miles and wouldn't hear the gun shots, but I had two more dumb asses upstairs and I didn't want to alarm them. Yet.
"Like I was saying, you just had to take the last few slices of the turkey? You couldn't have made you a damn ham sandwich? It’s bad enough your dirty nail ass homie had to touch all over the bread, but you just straight up inconsiderate. Hell, you could’ve at least left me a few slices." I ranted, feeling anger boil through my veins.
Look, I didn't mind sharing my food, but you had to ask. This little fuck not only didn't ask, but he was going to take all of it with no hesitation. Ignoring me, he smirked and shoved the rest of the turkey into his mouth.
“Fuck you and this dry ass turkey.”
He attempted to go for his gun in the back of his waistband, but he wasn't fast enough. I sent two bullets in between his eyes.
“Little rude ass,” I scoffed, closing the refrigerator door.
T was definitely dumber than I thought. He failed to prep these men about how I operated. Hell, he could’ve just asked one of the ex-Jaguar members about my training. Yes, I was computer savvy and was always dressed in my business formal best, but I was a killer. I spent hours at a time training and fighting with some of the best assassins under my father’s rule. Hell, me and Akeno trained together and had very similar fighting styles. Oh well, not my problem.
“Yo, his ass not here and probably heading to Philly. Let’s go!” I heard a deep voice bark from upstairs. “Brody, Drew, y’all hungry asses better not be in that damn kitchen.”
Arching an eyebrow, I stepped over the two bodies bleeding all over my floor and headed towards my living room. I listened as the two other men began stomping down the stairs, muttering that coming to my house was a waste of time. I had to agree with him because if they hadn’t brought they ass up into my place, they’d be able to breathe another day.
The first to hit the bottom of the steps was a stocky Hispanic with a bald head and face tattoos. If I had to guess, I’d say he was in his mid-thirties. Trailing behind him was a thin Asian who looked very familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on where I’ve seen him before. He was probably my age with platinum blonde hair that was slicked down his head. I squinted my eyes and damn near giggled with glee. Now I knew where I recognized the guy. The little muthafucka still had the Jaguar tattoo on his neck. I could tell he was working on getting it covered up with a Cobra, but I guess he ran out of time. Dash aka John used to flirt his ass off with the girls in my massage parlor. He had just got into the crew, but his young ass was more interested in pussy than doing his damn job. I shook my head. Of course, his bitch ass jumped ship.
As soon as the Hispanic dude hit the bottom of the steps, I picked up the lamp from the living room side table and chunked it at his head. He flew backwards and hit the ground with a thud. Dash whipped his gun out, but I already had mine aimed at his face.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I tsked.
“I knew you were here somewhere,” Dash snarled.
“Your friends didn’t. Sad you lowkey killed them since you ain’t tell them how I operated.”
Dash shrugged his shoulders. “I wanted to be the one to bring you in. You see, even though majority of us crossed over to the Cobras, the bosses are cautious around us. We still have to prove our loyalty and bringing your ass in was going to secure my spot.”
“Well, aren’t you a go-getter?”
“That’s the one and only thing I liked about your teachings. Take the initiative and get what you want or you’ll never succeed in life.”
I nodded my head and smiled as I started to lower my gun. “So, you remembered one of my daily affirmations? Too bad you missed the important line after that.”
I watched as he pinched his eyebrows together, his hand slowly rising with his gun gripped tight.
“What was that?”
I tucked the gun into my waist band and placed my hands behind my back. Dash smirked as he pointed the gun at me. Dipping my chin, I huffed out a sigh.
